'Little Red Book' reflects all the highs and lows, Watkins' personal thoughts and feelings, along with demonstrating his creative process when writing his poetry, making this Watkins' most personal collection of work to date.
'Little Red Book' features the stand out poems 'Scar', 'Coming Out', 'The Impossible Gift (Last Christmas)', 'Scent' and more.

This small book of poems is easy to read but at the same time offers much variety and entertainment. Many of the unusual scenarios in the poems derive from real life, which persuaded the author to write them.

Forgive me
For ever caring
But there is no one else
So good
Comparing
Anything they are to you
You are so perfect it scares me
You make me breathe just barely
And now you’re leavin
Treatin me unfairly
I thought we knew
That sometimes forever just can’t be forever
When two people can’t be together
Without tellin each other the truth

Life goes on
And on
Til it's all drawn to a close
It stretches so far
That nobody knows
Until it's gone
If I could make amends
For the things that I've done
Maybe we could be friends
And I could think of my regrets
And have none

After all these years
And all the tears that I caused
If I called
Would you even know me at all
Would you still care if I died
Since I left
Have you cried
I never meant to hurt you
So much with all the lies that I told
But I was still growin up
Lookin out for my own
Not even that old
But old enough
To know enough to go
To get gone
Enough to show I realized I was wrong

You've lied to me
And tried to steal my soul
I can't try to be
Anything
When I can't be
Half a man
Or let alone
Come close
To being whole
You got me contemplating
My whole life
And constantly hating
All that I might
Once have learned to love
I'm so tired of waiting
To be something
You could be proud of

Ah, memories, gone.
Misery, so long.
Enduring and unending,
Calcifying my bones to the
Point of putrid rancidness,
Hate, unbending,
Pretending to not
Know that I’m right and you’re wrong,
That I would be better, forever out
Of your hands strangling my every thought.

JASON FISK is a husband to one, a father of two (soon to be three), and a teacher to many. He lives and teaches in the suburbs of Chicago. His long list of employment before he became a teacher includes working as a mental health professional in a psychiatric unit, a driller of holes in a kitchen cabinet making factory, and a grunt for a bricklayer.

A collection of bombastic words vomited on the page with little regard for convention and the utmost respect for the tradition of poetry. It's the fire in the heart. The word on the street. The workings of the mind set to an Ultra-Heavy Beat. A fusion of classic, modern and contemporary styles told as truthfully as possible.

"With its bold focus on the tragic events precipitated by Hurricane Sandy’s violent assault on Northeastern Seaboard communities, this fascinating and rare duo-artists’ book stands alone as a most insightful and penetrating aesthetic assessment of the 21st Century’s ever-mounting “superstorm” phenomena..." -- From the Foreword by Dr. Jose Rodeiro, Prof. Art History. New Jersey City University

Love, love, love
I don't believe it
If you ask me again
I could leave it
It's a lie
That someone once started
To tell the innocent
And the brokenhearted
So why even try
A four letter word
So venomous, a curse
Of all untruths, the worst
Oh why, oh why

The twelve poems in this eBook are the most requested by my audiences. I don't know whether the writing or my delivery is what makes them go over, but here's a sampler of my performance poetry. I've presented these poems in nightclubs, festivals, and the National Poetry Slam, and now you can have them for the price of a post card.

This poignant collection begins with the end of our world, giving birth to a haunting symphony of ways to devastate a planet. Each poem invokes a different hymn, images that may or may not be Earth, intertwined with an underlying beat of love, that simple emotion that survives even the end of all things.
—Linda D. Addison, award-winning author of “How to Recognize a Demon Has Become Your Friend”